T & L pretending it’s Summer

Louises hair done and dusted, and “ almost”a quiet evening at the motor camp last night.

She looks happy – a little shorter than expected, but as we have learned hairdressers are somewhat sissor happy.

After making friends with all the people from the Funeral, who had booked in for night, it was time to cook our steak. The rooms have been renovated, but to the bare minimum and an expel cooking fan was absent. Around 8.30pm the fire alarm burst into action and Louise was jumping around on the bed with a teatowel. Threw open the ranch slider to greet the other 7 groups in our motel block, yes we had set off all their alarms as well and they had all vacated their rooms, while Thelma continued to cook the steak to perfection.

This morning promised to be a bluebird day and the girls set off up the coast to a beach called Mahunga.

Jacks inlet and the road became only suitable for 4WD’s. We circled back around to the main beach and went shell hunting in our shorts and t-shirts (a little ambitious as a very cool breeze was sweeping along the beach)

Shells and driftwood that are but a forgotten memory on Auckland beaches.

And yes, you guessed it, we had the beach all to ourselves. While we were prepared to relax and read on the beach, having brought water and snacks, we felt the dress code was not matching the cool temperature. Back to the motel and across the road to our own Mahia beach! 20 minutes of being sand blasted and pretending to enjoy our first summer lie on the beach, we realised it was not very pleasant. We decamped to a sheltered grassy area and got bitten by ants. Was just not our day for soaking up the sun in the great outdoors.

The afternoon on our beds was much more our style, until we thought; last night in Mahia, let’s go find some humans and check out the local pub, about a kilometre up the road. Was fairly empty, fairly pricey and the pokies gobbled up our allocated $10 in a very short time.

There was, however, a good view of the bay from the upstairs deck, which we had all to ourselves.

There were activities happening later, but our stomachs decided the lure of fish and chips for an early takeaway dinner was too hard to pass up.

It is now 5pm on a Friday night and we are sated and relaxed, ready for a big day on the road tomorrow.